Chapter 93: Gaining Momentary Affection

Chapter 93: Gaining Momentary Affection

Suffocating heat, drowning in ecstasy, this is the hedonist's utopia.

Tan Xing had a dream where he turned into a cocoon, tightly wrapped in thick silk, growing ever tighter, making it hard to breathe and survive.

The moment he was forced to open his eyes, Tan Xing saw an enlarged version of Liang Xigui, forcefully sucking on his lips, drawing out the air with frenzied intensity.

Seeing Tan Xing's face turn red, Liang Xigui slowly moved down, Tan Xing lifting his head to take deep breaths, as if he had just escaped death.

"Mr. Liang."

Tan Xing didn't know what he had done to provoke Liang Xigui again, how he ended up in such a state without warning.

Liang Xigui wanted to add another scoop of water to the pot, seeing how much it would take for the water to overflow.

Sometimes, though, it only took a little bit of water for it to lose control, rushing out in a desperate struggle.

Liang Xigui held Tan Xing close, lying quietly, his eyes reflecting satisfaction after being sated.

"Mr. Liang." Tan Xing's voice still carried a faint trace of tears.

Liang Xigui brushed away Tan Xing's damp hair from his forehead, placing a gentle kiss there, "Mm."

"Did I upset you again?" Tan Xing expressed his confusion.

"Not upset, just heated up."

When Liang Xigui opened his eyes, all he saw was Tan Xing's seductive appearance, rubbing against him relentlessly, as if he were some virtuous man.

Tan Xing boldly reached up to poke Liang Xigui's thin lips, finding them soft, "When you're heated up, you should drink more hot water."

Liang Xigui caught his mischievous hand, biting it gently at the edge, "When you're heated up, you need to release that heat. Don't tell me Stars doesn't understand that?"

Tan Xing turned his head away; this person had a pile of twisted logic, and he wasn't going to argue about such trivial matters.

"Where do you want to play this afternoon?" Liang Xigui asked.

Tan Xing did have a place in mind, cautiously suggesting, "How about we go mountain climbing?"

"No." Liang Xigui immediately vetoed it, leaving no room for negotiation.

Tan Xing tried to get closer to please him, but Liang Xigui remained unmoved, quickly getting up and wrapping Tan Xing tightly in the blanket.

"If you have these thoughts again, I'll spank your butt so hard you won't be able to go anywhere." Liang Xigui whispered softly into Tan Xing's ear.

Tan Xing looked at him in disbelief, knowing that Liang Xigui had been prioritizing his health recently, but this was the first time he had threatened him.

No, it wasn't really a threat; given Liang Xigui's "cruel heart," it was something he could actually do.

"Oh, I understand." Tan Xing obediently dismissed the idea.

Liang Xigui cleaned up the trash on the floor, then took out a set of clean clothes from the suitcase and placed them by the bed.

"Get dressed, we'll go out for a walk."

Tan Xing's inner thigh wound still ached slightly, so he could only walk in soft fabric pants, avoiding any friction.

Gong Bu was outside washing the horse gear, noticing Tan Xing's awkward gait when he turned around, and glancing at the radiant Liang Xigui, it was hard not to think more about it.

"Gong Bu, we're going out, are there any fun places nearby?" Tan Xing asked as he approached.

Gong Bu often helped his family take care of guests staying at their guesthouse and occasionally served as a guide, so he was very familiar with the scenic spots in the area.

With Gong Bu's route planning, the two could save a lot of time. Liang Xigui jotted down the information and thanked him softly, preparing to leave with Tan Xing.

After a dozen minutes, the car drove onto a flat road, Tan Xing opening the window to clearly see the scenery outside.

Glaciers melted, water flowing down the towering mountains, nourishing the vast grasslands downstream. The people and livestock of this region depended on it for survival.

Tan Xing squinted his eyes looking out the window, his hair blowing in the wind. He was thinking about the homeland described by his mother, wondering if it was like what he was seeing now.

Liang Xigui found a spot that looked nice and stopped the car on the side of the road, "Stars, let's go down and take a look."

Tan Xing snapped out of his reverie, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of the car, holding Liang Xigui's hand as they walked down the slope.

Stepping on the thick permafrost, a turquoise gemstone embedded in the middle, with flocks of sheep grazing nearby.

Liang Xigui released Tan Xing's hand, letting him walk ahead while he stood behind, finding the right angle to take a photo of Tan Xing. From then on, he and Tan Xing would flip through another page of the world together.

Suddenly, Tan Xing turned around, offering the hand that had been released, "Mr. Liang, hold hands."

Liang Xigui's lips curled up slightly, taking Tan Xing's wrist and pulling him into his embrace, lovingly kissing the whorl of hair on top of Tan Xing's head.

Tan Xing also raised his hand, measuring Liang Xigui's body with arms that tightened increasingly.

"Spoiled brat."

"Schemer." Tan Xing retaliated mercilessly.

Liang Xigui raised his eyebrows at the words, amused, "Where did you learn such terms?"

"From TV dramas."

Liang Xigui let go, creating some distance, reaching up to pinch Tan Xing's nose, "Lying makes your nose grow long."

"Huh? Really?" Tan Xing said, even raising his hand to touch his nose, which was still fine.

"Of course."

Liang Xigui took advantage of Tan Xing's innocence, deliberately spinning tales and fables to deceive him.

As Tan Xing returned to the car, he kept touching his nose, fearing it might grow long at any moment.

Liang Xigui continued driving forward, stopping intermittently along the way to admire and capture the beautiful scenery.

Tan Xing's persistent affection for his mother and his resentment towards Xie Yihuai gradually dissipated like mist as their journey progressed.

That lifetime's matters remained quietly in his heart; unable to change them, he no longer wished to be bound by this unrequited familial bond.

"Xingxing, shall we return?"

"Yes."

The golden evening glow illuminated the snow-capped peaks, a sight of unparalleled beauty, as Tan Xing reclined his seat, reflecting the sky's colors in his eyes.

In an unnoticed corner, a clear tear slowly traced down the corner of his eye.

The drizzling rain from his childhood finally ceased on this day, now only yearning for the sun to arrive and dry up the dampness.

Perhaps sensing Tan Xing's subdued mood, Liang Xigui turned on the car's music, allowing soothing instrumental melodies to flow freely within.

Liang Xigui sang along with the accompaniment, his deep voice akin to a sobbing flute or a suitor courting his beloved, willing to win a fleeting moment of joy through a song.

Captivated by the singing, Tan Xing turned to gaze at Liang Xigui's profile, truly, it seemed that the Creator had been partial, how could one be sculpted so beautifully.

"There is a place far, far away, where lies the heaviest of thoughts for a lifetime."

"The people of the grasslands live carefree, children of the earth drinking and singing."

"The singer must not shed tears."

With reddened eyes, Tan Xing wore an expression on the brink of tears, prompting Liang Xigui to pull over by the roadside. With a seemingly helpless sigh, he lifted Tan Xing's chin, capturing his soft, moist lips.

"I really can't deal with you."

"Mm."